Often wonderfully, too often tragically,Anything human is complexityUpon complexity, upon paradox on toastShadows have shadowsGhosts have ghostsSo I narrow my viewBeing careful not to tiltSo leave complexity to the few willingTo handle, at least a little, collective guilt

Another man of the peopleI feel safer in and with the crowdFifty millennia proud and strong; I narrow my view,Empirically it compounds the problemsBut it makes me feel it’s easier to get on

Often wonderfully, too often tragically,Anything human is complexityUpon complexity, upon paradox on toastShadows have shadowsGhosts have ghostsSo I narrow my viewBeing careful not to tiltSo leave complexity to the few willingTo handle, at least a little, collective guilt

Another man of the peopleI feel safer in and with the crowdFifty millennia proud and strong; I narrow my view,Empirically it compounds the problemsBut it makes me feel it’s easier to get on